The True Burden Of A Truth Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

The true burden of a truth shared is pain.
To tar and feather is to accept half or all the blame.
Scars are inherited; they are a legacy of ancestral trauma.
It is a gallows noose swinging empty in the wind.
Awaiting some lonely fool's judgement day.
You are the carpenter with a hammer and nails.
Carving a path of endless misery and loneliness
It is a heavy load you carry seeking righteousness.
It is when your truth is spoken in innocence.
You are shunned by those who once welcomed you.
With doors ajar, these jailers now laugh loudly.
And their doors are all flung firmly shut in your face.
And their guilt. It becomes your shameless guilt.
It's then that you will swing, landing on all their ills.
Tarred and feathered; it's then you, too, who might-
Lose all sense of yourself, your dignity
And fall foul of their bitter, unlearned ways,
Telling more lies than the truth ever bequeath.